My Mind is a White Canvas

My Mind is a White Canvas 

By: Adam M. Snow 

The silence mellowed out the loudest noise conceived, 

And I wonder all that I've deceived. 

I dreamt all that I could dream up till now; 

My mind draws blank, a white canvas what's shown. 

I lost all hope to this once eternal vow, 

And of this heart my voice now groan. 

It is what I said, that and furthermore; 

I've lost all hope of my now untimely lore.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Interesting write, love the title.
"I dreamt all that I could dream up till now;
My mind draws blank, a white canvas what's shown. "

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I enjoyed your writing as always and loved the comparison of white canvas and and loss of hope after years. There has to be a better word then beautiful. ^-^

[Coyote Poetry]

"I dreamt all that I could dream up till now;
My mind draws blank, a white canvas what's shown. "
Dreams can make wish for great things. Also can take us down. I enjoyed the complete poem. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Jazique]

Nice again with the title to go with the words so wonderfully. Well done on all levels I mean the creativity of the meaning as well as the imegry of how it all flows together well. Excellent job as uysually maybe i will find some constructive criticsm some day.

[Renée]

Wonderful ! I too sense .. what perly sunflowers asks..

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

As always my darling, touching, well done, good read.

[?]

Sometimes, silence is the lowdest of noises...well written
Do I get a since of writer's block here? hmmm
Very well done my friend